Monday, July 27, 2009

The chickensare circling andblotting out theday. The sun isbright, but thechickens are inthe way. Yes,the sky is darkwith chickens,dense with them.They turn andthen they turnagain. Theseare the chickensyou let looseone at a timeand small —various breeds.Now they havecome hometo roost—allthe same kindat the same speed.